Amid the sound of friction, a burst of flame shot from the match.
Yan Chen, expressionless, lit the cigarette in his mouth, extinguished the match in his hand, then looked at Qiu Tu and asked, "What do you think?"
Qiu Tu heard this, but didn't make a decision immediately. Instead, he smiled and probed, "How do I know the intel you're offering is worth the price?"
Yan Chen let out a cold laugh, then said, "Once the deal is settled, I'll give you both pieces of intel, along with an analysis."
"You can judge the value of the intel yourself."
"If you think it's not worth it, the deal is automatically void."
"Even..." Yan Chen took a deep drag from his cigarette, his withered hand gently shaking the matchbox, "You could break the deal outright."
"So, for you, there are only wins and minor wins."
Hearing Yan Chen's words, Qiu Tu's gaze flickered slightly.
He couldn't help but give Yan Chen a deep look.
